Sunday, July 24, 2005
Keeping in Contact
I dreaded it. I put it off. And the result: call after call and message after message until the urgency leaked over to my boyfriend's phone also. So, finally I bit the bullet and did it. I called home. It doesn't seem like such a big deal, but it is. Look padres (and anyone else that feels neglected), I'm just one of those independent individuals that doesn't feel the need to constantly check in with other people. Unless you hear otherwise, you can assume that I'm fine. It's not that I don't like you or don't care about you, I just don't like obligations or phone conversations or going through those pleasantries that society has deemed "polite" but that nobody really cares about. Thus, calling home (or anywhere else) solely to let someone know how things are going requires me to be somewhat fake. And I hate that. And it shows. And then I feel bad cus that only strengthens peoples' belief that I don't like them. You know what would solve everything? Just send me an email. Or get on AIM or something. I like writing. Therefore, writing to me greatly increases your changes of getting a response. Shazam!
In other news: Mario golf is the jam and "mother bitches" is my new favorite phrase.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
The Infamous Summer BBQ
As antisocial as I am, sometimes it is nice to surround yourself with a grill, a radio, and a bunch of buzzed folks, have some good laughs, hang until the cops come, and then chill indoors until whoever is driving decides they've had enough socializing for one night. Yep, I have to admit it, I had a good time. But don't expect me to do it again anytime soon. I've now fulfilled my quarterly quota.
(Shot out to the two person tank top gang that may have very well saved us all from a run in with the police last night. Lol.)
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Words of the Day
(For no good reason and in no particular order)
1. Priapic
2. Goy
3. Epicanthal
4. Shechinah
5. Microdot
6. Yesod
7. Sellotape
8. Netsah
9. Theosophy
10. Schloompy
1. Priapic
2. Goy
3. Epicanthal
4. Shechinah
5. Microdot
6. Yesod
7. Sellotape
8. Netsah
9. Theosophy
10. Schloompy
Sunday, July 10, 2005
This Week In Carla:
(Inspired by the Daily Show's "This Week In God")
Sunday, July 3rd - I went to a beach in Gloucester, MA with a friend. I discovered that despite the fact that it had never happened in my life before, my skin can get sunburned. I didn't turn red, but my shoulders hurt whenever anything (including cotton) touched them. That evening I headed to the Adirondacks to spend the holiday with a friend and his parents. On the drive, my boyfriend and I broke up (for the first time in our nearly 2 year relationship) over the phone. My annoyance at this was heightened by the fact that the conversation was dragged out, because I barely had any service in the mountains. Ironically, once we actually arrived at the campsite, away from highways and telephone poles and surrounded by lakes and very tall trees, I attained two bars. The stars were really beautiful out there. You could even see the white dust/cloud (cosmic debris?) which the Milky Way was named for.
Monday, July 4th - Woke up. Called my boyfriend (well, ex-boyfriend) and asked if he was sure about the breakup thing. He said no. So, we agreed to talk about it more when I got back. Showered. Ate (Ham and French Toast). Moved everything to a different campsite. Drove to Lake Placid (the town). Ate at a place called Nicola's. The food wasn't very good. My friend attempted to order an alcoholic drink, but didn't have his fake I.D. (which says he 23 and from NJ) with him, so he got shut down. We went to a small beach by a lake. Everyone fell asleep on me, so I people watched. There were mostly people with small children there. There was this one couple of a white woman and a man that looked middle-eastern, their children were beautiful. There was also a black-white interracial couple, they had two beautiful girls also. Eventually, my friend and I went walking around downtown, windowshopping. At seven, we all went to see War of the Worlds (which I had already seen and which had been much more entertaining to watch in Boston, mostly because of the audience). After the movie, we sat on a hill and watched the fireworks. They were kind of crappy. Too many pauses and too quickly set off. The whole thing was like a mini-finale. The actual finale was not too great either. They set the fireworks off so quickly that all I saw were bright spots of light. Maybe they were good though and I was just in a bad mood, because I didn't have my boyfriend there to watch with me.
Tuesday, July 5th - Woke up. Spoke again briefly to my ex. He informed me that my bike was gone, yet the lock was still completely intact. I decided that someone vaporized it and moved on without stressing about it. Showered. Ate (ham, pancakes, and fruit). Went Kanoeing for the first time in my life. It was a little scary. The boat rocked a lot and I kept thinking that we were going to tip over. I had a life vest though and I can swim a little, so I wasn't too afraid. We stopped at a small island on the lake. We sat on some rocks and shot the breeze for about an hour while my friend and his parents had a few beers. It was good times. We headed back to our campsite when it began thundering. Shortly after we got back, the rain started. We went back to Lake Placid and did some shopping. My friend's parents insisted on buying me something, so I now have a Lake Placid/Adirondacks sweatshirt. Later that day, we went to "Tail O' the Pup," one of those restaurants that is probably best known for its huge portions of ribs. We sat outside at a picnic table under a large tent. Soon after we arrived, it started pouring. Seriously, I've never seen such a heavy downpour in all my life. The waitresses were drenched and they ended up having to put down a plank leading from the restaurant to outside, because a small river had formed in front of the entrance. My friend was very dissapointed, because he had wanted to go mini-golfing at Pirate's Cove after dinner. As it turned out, the rain stopped by the time we finished eating and we went and mini-golfed on a wet course. We didn't keep score, but I got most of my balls in on the second or third shot, so I'm proud of myself. There were also signs up around the course, which told a tale about blackbeard, so it was entertaining. After golf, we grabbed some ice cream, said our goodbies, and my friend and I headed out. We nearly died on the way back to his place in NY, because there was about an hour where it poured so hard that we couldnt see the road, which was flooded anyways. But, we made it.
The excitement pretty much ends there. The next day I took the Fung Wah back to Boston. My boyfriend and I decided to stay together for the time being (we are living together, we do love each other, we do love our relationship). What may happen in the future, I don't know, but I'll take that and run with it for now. Since Wednesday, I've just been doing what I always do: watching tv, reading, drawing, writing, surfing the web, and enjoying the fact that I have no obligations right now. So, yea... that's all folks. Stay tuned for a preview of next week's exciting edition of "This Week In Carla."
Sunday, July 3rd - I went to a beach in Gloucester, MA with a friend. I discovered that despite the fact that it had never happened in my life before, my skin can get sunburned. I didn't turn red, but my shoulders hurt whenever anything (including cotton) touched them. That evening I headed to the Adirondacks to spend the holiday with a friend and his parents. On the drive, my boyfriend and I broke up (for the first time in our nearly 2 year relationship) over the phone. My annoyance at this was heightened by the fact that the conversation was dragged out, because I barely had any service in the mountains. Ironically, once we actually arrived at the campsite, away from highways and telephone poles and surrounded by lakes and very tall trees, I attained two bars. The stars were really beautiful out there. You could even see the white dust/cloud (cosmic debris?) which the Milky Way was named for.
Monday, July 4th - Woke up. Called my boyfriend (well, ex-boyfriend) and asked if he was sure about the breakup thing. He said no. So, we agreed to talk about it more when I got back. Showered. Ate (Ham and French Toast). Moved everything to a different campsite. Drove to Lake Placid (the town). Ate at a place called Nicola's. The food wasn't very good. My friend attempted to order an alcoholic drink, but didn't have his fake I.D. (which says he 23 and from NJ) with him, so he got shut down. We went to a small beach by a lake. Everyone fell asleep on me, so I people watched. There were mostly people with small children there. There was this one couple of a white woman and a man that looked middle-eastern, their children were beautiful. There was also a black-white interracial couple, they had two beautiful girls also. Eventually, my friend and I went walking around downtown, windowshopping. At seven, we all went to see War of the Worlds (which I had already seen and which had been much more entertaining to watch in Boston, mostly because of the audience). After the movie, we sat on a hill and watched the fireworks. They were kind of crappy. Too many pauses and too quickly set off. The whole thing was like a mini-finale. The actual finale was not too great either. They set the fireworks off so quickly that all I saw were bright spots of light. Maybe they were good though and I was just in a bad mood, because I didn't have my boyfriend there to watch with me.
Tuesday, July 5th - Woke up. Spoke again briefly to my ex. He informed me that my bike was gone, yet the lock was still completely intact. I decided that someone vaporized it and moved on without stressing about it. Showered. Ate (ham, pancakes, and fruit). Went Kanoeing for the first time in my life. It was a little scary. The boat rocked a lot and I kept thinking that we were going to tip over. I had a life vest though and I can swim a little, so I wasn't too afraid. We stopped at a small island on the lake. We sat on some rocks and shot the breeze for about an hour while my friend and his parents had a few beers. It was good times. We headed back to our campsite when it began thundering. Shortly after we got back, the rain started. We went back to Lake Placid and did some shopping. My friend's parents insisted on buying me something, so I now have a Lake Placid/Adirondacks sweatshirt. Later that day, we went to "Tail O' the Pup," one of those restaurants that is probably best known for its huge portions of ribs. We sat outside at a picnic table under a large tent. Soon after we arrived, it started pouring. Seriously, I've never seen such a heavy downpour in all my life. The waitresses were drenched and they ended up having to put down a plank leading from the restaurant to outside, because a small river had formed in front of the entrance. My friend was very dissapointed, because he had wanted to go mini-golfing at Pirate's Cove after dinner. As it turned out, the rain stopped by the time we finished eating and we went and mini-golfed on a wet course. We didn't keep score, but I got most of my balls in on the second or third shot, so I'm proud of myself. There were also signs up around the course, which told a tale about blackbeard, so it was entertaining. After golf, we grabbed some ice cream, said our goodbies, and my friend and I headed out. We nearly died on the way back to his place in NY, because there was about an hour where it poured so hard that we couldnt see the road, which was flooded anyways. But, we made it.
The excitement pretty much ends there. The next day I took the Fung Wah back to Boston. My boyfriend and I decided to stay together for the time being (we are living together, we do love each other, we do love our relationship). What may happen in the future, I don't know, but I'll take that and run with it for now. Since Wednesday, I've just been doing what I always do: watching tv, reading, drawing, writing, surfing the web, and enjoying the fact that I have no obligations right now. So, yea... that's all folks. Stay tuned for a preview of next week's exciting edition of "This Week In Carla."
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Something You SHOULD Do
Thoroughly check out these sites.
Just Don't Do It
Nike has a new commercial. It is a clip from the press conference where Lance Armstrong announced that he had testicular cancer which had also spread into his abdomen (and his lungs and his brain). After Armstrong firmly states that he intends to beat the disease, the "Just do it" logo pops up. Implying what? That surviving cancer is simply a matter of being determined to do so? That the million or so people who die annually of cancer in the U.S. just don't try hard enough? Bullshit. Sure, Lance Armstrong's cancer was advanced and his recovery was unlikely. But, in reality, because he is a wealthy athlete, everything that modern medicine had to offer was available to him. Everyone is not so lucky. I mean, I understand what the commercial was trying to do. A positive mindset never hurt anyone, but a life threatening disease cannot be conquered with the mind alone. Cancer is a fast spreading, amazingly resilient, deadly disease and some of us have had to watch people we love die slowly and painfully of it. And why? Because they didn't have the means to pay for treatments, surgeries, medicine, and trips around the world to meet with the top specialists. Bluntly, they couldn't afford life, Lance Armstrong could. Thanks for rubbing it in our (those who have watched, lost, and been left behind to grieve) faces. Ya Bahstahds.
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